Faith, hope, and love–but the greatest of these is LOVE ❤️
Author: Renee/Heart Tokens
Life is a series of lessons we learn by way of the school of hard knocks. I feel I have a degree in this one. It has made me who I am today--I am Renee--My name is French, meaning Reborn. I believe there is a lot in a name, because that's just who I am. Spirit-filled. Encourager. Reader. Writer. Lover of love, God, His Word, hearts, dragonflies, nature and don’t forget coffee!~❤️Aka Nonna. 3 grand-boys, 3 grand-daughters-- 2 girls. 💌 Married 25 years.
“May God grant you always...A sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering angel so nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you. And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you.”~~Irish Blessings~~
I want to give a VICTORY REPORT this morning! God is so good! Even when we don’t know we are in any kind of danger, God is always protecting and sheltering us in the shadow of His wings.
I went outside to feed my fur babies a little late this morning, and it was thundering but not raining yet. The wind was just starting to kick up. I knew it was about to get bad because Chess was trying to get inside with me. We have a shed outside where our furbabies can get out of the rain.
In the meantime, my oldest brother had called on FaceTime and was chatting with my hubby, so, I grabbed a cup of coffee and joined the chat when I got back indoors. My brother doesn’t live too far around the corner from us. The rain started at his house first, then, it poured down here. The strange thing is, it only lasted here around 15 minutes and moved on.
At the end of the conversation with my brother, I heard my phone going off in the other room. It knew it had to be the church chat group by the way the texts were coming in one right after another. Afterwards, the Emergency Alert went off on my phone and my brother’s, cutting off our connection. (My hubby has his turned off on his. 🤦♀️) Big Bro called back.
A lady from our church first texted the chat group warning everyone to be safe, they were on lockdown at Walmart where she worked, due to a tornado warning.
Another brother in the chat warned that trees were down in his community everywhere, and the road was blocked just past the church sign by a fallen tree.
The next brother, who is a local fire fighter, warned that it was leaving that area, still on the ground.
Afterwards, my daughter shared with me the news on our local Sheriff’s Department Facebook page. Six different areas received damage in our little county. Multiple reports of damage to trees, a few buildings and power lines down. Two people suffered minor injuries during the storm when their vehicle flipped.
My next to the oldest brother and his wife lived near one of those areas also. A mile from their place. The roof got ripped off that home, with a woman and child inside. No injuries.
I also had a friend who was just leaving the dog groomer in her community, when the sky turned dark and rained heavily. She had no idea what was happening, till she got to the shop where she works as an accountant. Her son who lives next to the family business, was standing in his doorway, calling her on the phone. He had gotten the alert. She had not!
We are all ok. That’s all that matters! As of yet, I don’t think there was any loss of life. I share all this to say, just 15 minutes or less could totally change your life as you know it. So, I will thank God for no personal property damage or loss of life here! 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼
I pray each of you are safe and remain safe in the shadow of His wings today and all throughout this virus isolation. God Bless! 💕
I loved to swing when I was a child growing up. These days it’s more adult swings for me. We still have the roped one my kids almost wore out. Still in the front yard, and the grandkids love it just as much as they did.
First, I saw this magnificent creature. Got a few shots, and it flew on. Went back to swinging, and the small, lavender butterfly (which turned out to be white, by the way) I had been seeing a few days swirling around the front porch, decided to land on me!
And look at this lovely yard ornament….😝🤪🤣
My dragonflies are back! 🥰😍
Have a great day! Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out, my friend….
Let not your heart be troubled—It’s all gonna be ok. 💜💕
It felt good to be at church this morning for our first ever Drive-Up Church! 🙌🏼 Even if it was just sitting in my car with the windows rolled down. There was a nice breeze blowing through.
I have to confess, I was balling by the time they sung Psalm 23. (I Am Not Alone) We take so many things for granted, like being able to attend church. Coming and going as we please. I had to sing along. 🎶 🎤
The Lord is my Shepherd He goes before me Defender behind me I won’t fear I’m filled with anointing My cup’s overflowing No weapon can harm me I won’t fear Hallelujah, I am not alone He’s my Comfort, Always holds me close He always guides me Through mountains and valleys His joy is refreshing Restores my soul Mercy and goodness Give me assurance That I’ll see His glory Face to face Hallelujah, I am not alone He’s my Comfort, Always holds me close Hallelujah, I am not alone He’s my Comfort, Always holds me closeYour Spirit lives within me So I will walk in Your peace Your Spirit lives within me My victory, My victory
And now for a little church humor. I saw these two funny pics circulating on fb. Thought it might lighten the mood. Hey, if we can’t laugh through our struggles, we will never make it!
The joy of the Lord is our strength.
Hope you each had a blessed Sunday! Hang in there, JOY comes in the morning! 🤗😄
“Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?”
Isaiah 58:6 KJV
What happens when the rug stands up?
In the post, The Day the Rug Stood Up, I expressed that—
WE ARE NOT A RUG. A RUG IS A THING, NOT A PERSON.
I had to ask myself the question, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE RUG STANDS UP?
A totally different picture of a bully registered with me—the adversary of our soul. The one we sometimes picture with horns and pitchfork. 😈
I thought about all the chaos – the trouble, anxiety, worry, turmoil, health issues in my family, lack of rest and sleep, back-to-back tribulation and suffering that had been unleashed on my family. (This post was started before the Corona virus took over)
I admit when someone is right smack-dab in the heat of the spiritual battle, they are tempted to lie down and give up the Ghost! At the very least, they are weary from the fight. Because of the continual carrying of the load, it would be easy for discouragement to set in and to feel like all hope of ever seeing the light of day was lost, so far, far away.
Darkness has a way of doing that—trying its best to snuff out the candle of the Light that abides within our heart.
WE CAN LOSE SIGHT OF HIS VISION IF WE AREN’T CAREFUL.
Biblical fasting isn’t something I enjoy doing! My flesh don’t like it, at all! But I felt it in my spirit that it was dire time.
The weeks appeared to slip right by because of those extreme “disturbances,” going on in my life, as my friend, Debbie, put it in one of her posts, Disturbances That Rock…..Our Core
This post was so powerful that it brought me to tears! There are so many going through so many levels of torment right now!
WE NEED TO GET MAD!
HOT MAD!!! 😡😡😡
at that bully!!!! I’m not talking about the pouting and not speaking kind of mad. I’m talking about a good old-fashioned tantrum many of our children have thrown when they were younger, kind of mad!!!
The kind where something just boils right up inside of you—A RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION!
The kind where you kick, stomp, fall in the floor a while, scream, throw things…..
I’m talking about throwing the Word at our enemy! Our weapons are not carnal! We shall live by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God!
Stomp him a while!
The enemy is under our feet!
Some days, I barely make it fasting to noon, others, I make it all the way to dinner. As long as sacrifice is involved, safely, I might add, it’s honored by God. (I have to add here that I have not stopped doing this since the corona chaos)
“And Jesus said unto them, Can the children of the bridechamber mourn, as long as the bridegroom is with them? but the days will come, when the bridegroom shall be taken from them, and then shall they fast.”
Matthew 9:15 KJV
“It is our very own worry, that keeps us from breakthrough”—Debra Hearn Jones
No truer words have ever been spoken!
While singing in the choir three Sunday nights ago, an impression came to me. You know the kind. The kind you know is going to require a lot of guts and COURAGE to step out and obey. I fought with the thought until I almost let the moment pass me by. But then, the verse was miraculously sung again.
A second chance! So I seized the moment! As soon as I leaned over shaking in my own weakness—which was puny, I tell you—that righteous indignation began to rise right up inside me! And a strength came over me! I grabbed the Kleenex and waved it like a banner, as I stepped down the steps from the platform and walked back and forth in front of the altar. Unleashing some HALLELUJAHS and THANK YOU JESUSES, I worshipped out right and did not care what a single other soul thought of me! The choir continued to sing Defend Us by Jessica Di Giovanni:
When the enemy comes in like a flood, The Spirit of the Lord will “lift up a standard” His death has made us triumph over evil The chains of sin are broken, The veil is torn The remedy provided of deliverance A gracious revelation In Jesus Christ
Defend us Lord, defend us Lord
Lift up a standard, raise up the banner high.
No weapon formed against me,
No weapon formed against me No weapon of the enemy, shall prosper!
THE RUG MUST STAND UP!!!
By the time I had gotten back home and before the night was through, my husband had sweated out a fever of 101 and was doing better by the next morning! No, it wasn’t the corona, thank the Lord, but a bad bladder infection and his PSA levels were high. He was a very sick man! He told me he had really felt he was at death’s door—and I confess, he looked it, too! But that was saying something for him to say that!
The medical doctor referred him to an urologist who tested to make sure it wasn’t cancer. We have another appointment a week from now to see where to go from here—I know we have to trust God, no matter what!
If you have God’s Spirit dwelling inside your heart, He will lift up a standard against your enemy. Nothing will be impossible to those who believe!
In the words of Emma E. Edmonds, a female soldier who fought in the Civil War,
“It was not my intention, or desire, to seek my own personal ease and comfort while so much sorrow and distress filled the land.”
Since I have written this, (as I have made mention already) our world has erupted into something I have never seen in my lifetime. Could this be what we have all been battling in the Spirit? There seemed to be a feeling of unrest that one could not put a finger on.
I am so THANKFUL that I didn’t quench the Spirit that night! It makes me want to cry, to realize just how close I came to not obeying God because of fear—fearing what others would think of me! Giving way to my own insecurities! What if I had not stepped out in boldness?
I will say this much—if I am never given another opportunity to attend church ever again, THERE IS VICTORY IN MY SOUL!
So NO!!! I will NOT be a rug for you to walk on devil!!! I will fight for my family, and I WILL SEE my family come to God! 👁💥 👊🏼
No matter what the future holds, I know my God holds my future! He will see us all through!
This “supposed” rug is still standing up!
And I would say that you need to do the same! Pray like you have never prayed before— for the salvation of your families, for their health and for a hedge of protection in such a time as this!
Stay strong! FEAR NOT! TRUST GOD! I believe we will make it through all this!
“But call to remembrance the former days, in which, after ye were illuminated, ye endured a great fight of afflictions;
a memory or recollection
a thing kept or given as a reminder or in commemoration of someone.
Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward.
For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.
For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry.
Now the just shall live by faith: but if any man draw back, my soul shall have no pleasure in him.
But we are not of them who draw back unto perdition; but of them that BELIEVEto the saving of the soul.”
Hebrews 10:32, 35-39 KJV
Prayer changes my perspective most every single time. Notice, I said “most.” There have been times, I confess, I have laid down my heavy napsack of burdens and worries in prayer, only to pick it right back up again after carefully laying out my petitions before the Lord. As if it was one of my clingy toddlers back when they insisted on being glued to my hip, as I attempted to cook. A familiarity.
Everyone can agree there is a feeling of uncertainty in the air – so thick that it could be sliced with a butter knife. Quite a few are wondering what will come next in this new chapter of their lives.
I was reminded this morning not to worry, as I woke up in the early morning hours and found my mind wondering, again, towards the “panic mode” the world is currently in. I confess, it tried to get a hold of me. The picture of the almost emptied shelves in the grocery store yesterday will forever be burned into my memory.
But instead of focusing on the bad and the negative, we need to remember thegood God has already done. The verse of scripture that filtered into my prayers, was the one on REMEMBRANCE.
It’s a Good Thing to Hope for Help from God!
“I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed. I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there’s one other thing I remember, andremembering, I keep a grip on hope:
GOD’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I’m sticking with GOD (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left.
GOD proves to be good to the man who passionately waits, to the woman who diligently seeks. It’s a good thing to quietly hope, quietly hope for help from GOD. It’s a good thing when you’re young to stick it out through the hard times.
When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The “worst” is never the worst.
Why? Because the Master won’t ever walk out and fail to return. If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense. He takes no pleasure in making life hard, in throwing roadblocks in the way:” Lamentations 3:19-33
All through scripture, the children of Israel were instructed to REMEMBER the good works God had performed in their lives.
Remember the times past when He paid the bills, even if they were a little late? And somehow, there was always food on the table? He works by the skin of our teeth, So often!
I’m speaking to myself here—Through these tests, the “trying of my faith,” God is teaching me to walk by faith and not by sight! If I go by what I’m seeing right now, I may get a little squirrelly….
God knows we all are human and are very concerned for the future. This fretting often times causes us to forget what He has already done for us. Journaling is almost like building a memorial, in my opinion, like what the children of Israel did each time God blessed or did something that changed their life. This is one of the reasons I have journaled in the past. Taking a fresh look at the blessings He has done for me personally through the years, renews my faith and perspective. I really need to get back to doing that!
Bethel, formerly called Luz, was where Jacob dreamed of a ladder that reached from earth to heaven with the angels of God ascending and descending on it. (How cool that would be to witness?!) Where God spoke to him, blessed him, and where a pillar was erected from the stone he laid his head upon to sleep. Genesis 28:12 KJV
May those stones of memorial be a sign among us, that will serve as a reminder of God’s token of love toward us. When our children ask in time to come, “What mean ye by these stones?” We shall respond in turn, “They are memories of how we endured, which grew our faith strong!”
If God has done it before, He can do it again! I know that whatever I have to go through or endure, my God has already planned it in my life. I pray for HIS WILL to be done, and God will take care of the rest!
Do I get antsy in weak moments? Sure I do! I can’t help it. I’m human. We all are. But we can and will stand strong and focused on Him through these trying times! Because we have each other as fellow believers to lean upon, as our own personal cheerleaders and prayer partners! And to remind us that….
The “worst” is never the worst!
Dear Lord Jesus, we are humbly asking for your help to remember all the good things you have already done for us. Let these memorials come up as platelets before us and serve as a reminder that you always come through! No matter what! You remain in control. Please help calm our every fear and help our faith to grow stronger! Keep our families and blogging community safe, fed and healthy! In Jesus Name we pray, amen!
“…fear was on every side:…But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God. My times are in thy hand:…Make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies’ sake.
Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee before the sons of men!
Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the Lord.”
Psalms 31:13-16, 19, 24 KJV
Have you ever thanked God for something as small and trivial as toilet paper?
I wasn’t worried, honestly. I was raised in the backwoods in the south. You know what they say, a country boy (girl) can survive! 😂
As I got back into my vehicle heading home, I reflected on the conversation I had with the cashier, those who were in the store, and in line at the local Dollar General. I don’t take things lightly though. I can recognize a blessing when I see one.
A random man and his son came up to me and we were looking at the empty shelves together, where the toilet paper should have been. I told him I wasn’t trying to horde up any, but was running low. He went around the corner and then came back with 3 cheap packs in his hands. He had gotten some, as well….The last packs in the store….Coincidence? I think not.
God knows our every need. He knew I was going to be needing that stuff really soon! And I will say that I have NEVER done without my needs. A lot of WANTS maybe, but never my needs.
The conversation with the cashier started with her talking about being tired and ended up on the pandemic of “THE virus.” Go figure…I quoted a little of that scripture above.
And I truly believe that! If it’s meant for me to pass from this life, I will not go out in fear. I’m packed up and ready to go!
For those out there that may not be. I would say this much, God loves you and He wants you to spend eternity with Him some day—WHEN it’s your time. He knows your needs. He’s just a prayer away, my friend.
FEAR IS NOT OF GOD.
So, be of good courage! He has overcome the world! Your times are in His hand!
The following has been sitting in my draft folder for the longest. It never seemed to be the right timing. I feel someone desperately needs to hear this today.
You are not a rug, my dear!
You are so much more worthy than all of what you are going through or have already been through.
He told you that you were not enough. She made you feel unloved, uncared for.
God knows right where you are. There is healing for your soul! You are cherished. And you are enough. You are loved.
You are a child of the King!
A rug is something people stand on or walk all over. A doormat.
A rug is a thing not a person.
Ms. Susie Homemaker had been taught differently. The wife set the temperature in the home, made sure the husband didn’t get angry. Everything must be perfect. She and the children walked on pins and needles most days.
He was Mr. Fix-It. Men are suppose to love their wives as Christ loved the church. Put her needs and the children before his own. He worked long hours to cover the maxed-out credit cards from her massive shopping sprees. But it was never enough. If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!
Ms. Susie Homemaker tried so hard to make sure the kids had not left any toys in the driveway or there wasn’t any trash strewn or holes dug in the yard by the family dog. The shovel had been replaced back into the shed from filling the fresh holes in with dirt. She did not want to set Moody Man off.
“Kids, get your stuff picked up quickly, your father will be home any second.” A truck door slams outside, kids scramble to snatch and grab their things, running to get to their bedrooms in time.
The front door bursts wide open, slamming against the wall and the screaming begins. “I thought I told you to keep that bleeping dog from digging holes in the bleeping front yard. Where are the kids? Get them out here. They’re gonna pick up the yard today.”
(She had missed just one hole)
“But they have finals tomorrow—
“I don’t give a bleep what they got! They’re gonna stop being lazy and do something around here for a change!”
Neither Ms. Susie Homemaker, nor Mr. Fix-It had been told or could even fathom the concept of a rug standing up. It had always been placed on the floor, and that is where it would stay. Don’t want to upset the eggs in the basket.
(poem from the view of a spouse of a narcissist or addict)
Love is patient Love is kind Fairytale dreams Love is blind.
Dreams hoped Things missed Naive, nonsense Empty kiss.
Could have Had it all Should of listened To His call.
Love deferred the heart made sick Cast-away Cuts deep, quick.
What is love Suppose to be? I do not know…. Not meant to be.
by: Renee Greene
Rock of Ages
(poem from the view of a child raised from narcissist or addict parents)
Rock of ages cleft for me, can you love someone like me?
I don’t think Mommy or Daddy loved me very well, why else would I have lived in that hell?
Rock of ages cleft for me, nothing like them do I want to be.
Save from wrath and make me pure, why did I go through this and endure?
Could my tears forever flow, I do not feel worthy of this I know.
While I draw this fleeting breath, I feel trapped within this net.
Nothing in my hand I bring, can you change me and make me clean?
by: Renee Greene
I love you, my friend. Sometimes the rug must stand up! We lose so much when we lose ourselves. If we can find the courage to find ourselves again, we can rise above our circumstances.
It helps to have an outlet. Someone we can talk with. A support system. I pray you find the healing you need. And a friend to share in the journey. 🙏🏼💕
Flattery is a wonderful thing…And that is exactly how I felt when our very own here on WP, Yvette at Priorhouse , my friend, shared her book of avian friends—Flattered, it was an honor for me to read and brought many smiles to my face! And I must say I was genuinely impressed!
Her love for our feathered friends showed from start to finish. It was very obvious she is an avid fan of nature and the outdoors. She loves watching her avian friends in their natural habitat and that played a huge part in the selection of verses she penned in her book.
Every page was filled with her intriguing way with humor and wit, but most importantly her love for birds spilled right out of her heart and across every page!
I really enjoyed the “Behind the Poem” inserts. It was very interesting to read about the inspiration behind each individual poem. Tucked into every one of these, are bits of information that I had never heard before….teaching moments and little nuggets of wisdom she has gleaned from reading books from other authors about our beloved avian friends. Also, she addresses real life issues through the use of idioms about our fine “birds of a feather!”
My personal favorite I think was called, “Why the Joy.” It focused on having godly contentment. It spoke to my spirit. We don’t always have to be happy to be content. “Trying” was a humorous one that left me chuckling. How many times have I tried to get my own way, to no avail with God. I’m glad He knows best. 🙂 I could see myself this past summer, sitting on my back porch, wishing I didn’t have to go back in. So, I took the sunshine inside with me. I loved that one also. Could it be safe to say that I ❤️ this whole book??? 😁
As you begin to read each line, let your worries roll and fade, like “water off a duck’s back!” An actual idiom from her book that I have always found humorous and helpful, by the way. 😁✌🏼
If you are a fan of nature and birds and in the market for a great collection of poems, look no further. This one’s for you! Prepare yourself to apply chapstick quite often from all the smiling you will do!
I give this great book of poetic prose a 5 star! ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️⭐️👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
Renee’s honest Review of AVIAN FRIENDS: Encouraging Poems Inspired by Backyard Birds. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Click on the link below to go directly to Amazon.com to read more on how to purchase: Avian Friends: Encouraging Poems inspired by Backyard Birds. eBook: Yvette Prior: ebook, Kindle Store—